The Wistful Cipher

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The glass shattered against the cobblestones of the high street, a sound so sharp and final that it seemed to cut the air in two, leaving a silence that was thicker than the morning fog. I stood there, my hands still raised in the useless gesture of a man who has just released something he cannot hold, watching the shards of the blue bottle scatter like broken teeth across the wet pavement. It...

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